Chapter Five [voice]

[no_bad_writing]

[For a very, very long period of time: the sound of running.]

...Well. [Heavy breathing and an extremely strained-sounding voice, as of someone who's treading the fine line between panic and absolute madness.] Well. At least I managed to get out of there before the entire building collapsed. That's good, isn't it?

I'll look on the bright side.

Comments

[no_bad_writing]

Yup. [continued sounds of fighting, dying monsters, and the occasional satisfied chuckle.] I'm havin' myself a good deal of fun, thank you kindly.

[uratarosu]

I would have been able to take you much more seriously if it weren't for the strange accent you suddenly plummeted into.

[no_bad_writing]

Well, I don't rightly know what you mean. S'just the way I talk.

[uratarosu]

And I'm not a liar. ♥

[the_chaosblade]

...You seem unwell.
You do not request assistance do you, sir?

The beasts are surely out numbering us two to one in this city, do try and take care.

Foolish actions now may land you among the dead if you do not take caution.

[no_bad_writing]

Nope, I've got things pretty much covered, thank you kindly.

'Sides, don't seem to be any more of these critters around. I ain't lookin' for trouble. If'n trouble comes to me, though - that's a whole different story.

[the_chaosblade]

If the fiends come to ye, dispose of them. Mercy is not a gesture that anyone of us should show...

Your name?

[no_bad_writing]

I like your thinkin', sir. I agree.

The name's Mort Rainey John Shooter. I'd be much obliged to learn your name as well.

[onceahuman]

Um, are you okay over there?

[no_bad_writing]

Better than I've been in a long while, I reckon. But thank you for your concern, ma'am.